Ari Eastman

I won’t sit by my phone hoping you’ll text. Because I’ll go ahead and text you. Even when I say I’m not going to. Even when I say I don’t care and you’re just another dude who kissed me outside a bar.

I want a detachable heart, to never want things that taste so temporary.

It’s taught me the importance of accepting things in life are temporary.

Berating any woman for wanting to take some steamy selfies is a waste of time. Is it hurting you? Nah. If anything, enjoy the view.

I didn’t know such thrill could come from the simple comfort of knowing our love is safe, that every time you look at me, I am climbing my own Everest, but I know I’ll make it to the top in one piece.

Why go for the person with the “He Makes People Feel Like Shit” reputation? Is it a self-loathing thing?

If you’re sitting down, it’s pretty much guaranteed you have a blanket draped across your lap.

When two people don’t love equally, there’s a giant elephant sitting patiently in the room. Nobody wants to speak of its presence, to admit they both know it’s there.

Professor and psychologist, Howard Gardner writes about this in his 1983 book, Frames of Mind: The Theory of Multiple Intelligences. In it, Gardner proposes there are actually seven types of intelligence.

For years, he’s been the bridesmaid, never the bride, so we all knew it was coming.

Ross would have been that guy who is so grateful to be with you…until you start growing or changing or just, you know, embracing who you are. Then Red Ross would reappear. And that’s not cute.

She only falls when she forgets her power, that she is the moon and stars and everything he wishes upon.

Let’s face it, every now and then you just need a super solid cry. It’s healing! It’s therapeutic! It’s weirdly fun!

Tell Mom you don’t want to go inside the house yet. If you don’t go inside, you won’t see him. You won’t see the finality. The body. The team of people lifting him into a bag.

To the Michael Ceras of the world, don’t worry about your lack of “game.” Some of us out there are suckers for that nervous laughter and darty eye contact.

You touch me and everything is strawberry and piña coladas, my taste buds favor the sweet side of things. I make floral arrangements out of nerves every time you look at me.

“It would be a shame to look back on this and (out of bitterness) not call it love.” — Trista Mateer

You’ve made a conscious decision to avoid anything that requires a trust fall. Your instinct to survive kicks in and those walls put in place to protect you will swing back up.